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Anonymous Coward User ID: 72177819 United States 03/06/2021 11:28 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | no prophets in a thousand years . lol Quoting: Anonymous Coward 72177819 rather betrays your belief set ;) I don't know really, it depends on your standard for a historical prophet. I think the prophetic crown passes between a lot of different people in this historical era, but in the past, the gods seemed to have more specific choices. and the people who heard the prophecy were also probably more credulous than anybody in this era. I think prophecy in the sense of being capable of true precognition, I don't know if people are capable of consistent rather than one off precognition in this era either it definitely exists ...imho ;) thing is cultural context within said 'prophets' existed . were respected professionals in their society , encouraged to cultivate certain states free from prejudices and coercion (largely) and results were respected and listened to . this is going by assumption that any of these persons actually existed HAH. but contrast to situation we have today who would even dream to claim they have foretold the future , the berating of skeptics from outset would drown this person in deluge of mockery and harassment from start ... which leads to conclusion : THEY DONT WANT ANY MORE PROPHETS |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 3425388 United States 03/06/2021 11:35 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | To men who toil-- Quoting: bRokEnREkkERd Far from royal… To those who die-- Million Flies… For what he fought; What he was taught-- 'Reality'-- Try Modality… For men who yearn Their kids to learn, But cannot teach What they can't reach… So sad--benign-- 'The World's design.' They slink about, And never doubt, But still they dream, A farce they deem… Perhaps I am As much a Sham, As these poor men-- But with a Pen, Refulgent mind-- One of a kind… But so are they (Blind to the Way). Very lovely and very much so, thank you you are welcome :) |
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Veneficus Vita User ID: 80114024 Australia 03/06/2021 11:48 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | If a seeker is a really a seeker, Quoting: Light of my Little Left Eye essentially is nothing but that, a seeker of truth, when has the final truth arrived? because there are many revelations that seem like the one to end them all, but the path keeps going anyway and if you could stop, you wouldn't have gotten as far as you did a seeker is always seeking a seeker never stops and yes, there is ALWAYS more wonder I have hated and loathed as deeply as I've reveled and danced in the fire of that wonder, but I could easily dance with that otherworldly infinite forever one day the suffering will go away, but that ineffable beauty and wonder will remain infinitely available yeah, it's worth it to be a seeker I question it constantly, but I don't think I've ever changed my mind There is always more to seek, more to find. That is the ultimate journey. Remember the three birds, after he fell through the clouds? "Then he saw the nest, he saw his brothers, he saw, everything else; All the things that he never knew about, an unexplored infinity of possibilities." Divine Creation doesn't want us to just come home, instead, continue onward, find bigger and better things. Greater things, learn, grow, create new worlds and realms. What better thing for the ultimate of ultimate intelligence, the source, to finally have a peer, a friend, with it's own perspectives to just chat about on the same level? (or another friend). How boring to just sit there with everyone agreeing with and worshiping you, asking for more knowledge. Coz reasons, probably. Elea tel'Taur GDMD |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 68072829 United States 03/06/2021 11:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | If a seeker is a really a seeker, Quoting: Light of my Little Left Eye essentially is nothing but that, a seeker of truth, when has the final truth arrived? because there are many revelations that seem like the one to end them all, but the path keeps going anyway and if you could stop, you wouldn't have gotten as far as you did a seeker is always seeking a seeker never stops and yes, there is ALWAYS more wonder I have hated and loathed as deeply as I've reveled and danced in the fire of that wonder, but I could easily dance with that otherworldly infinite forever one day the suffering will go away, but that ineffable beauty and wonder will remain infinitely available yeah, it's worth it to be a seeker I question it constantly, but I don't think I've ever changed my mind There is always more to seek, more to find. That is the ultimate journey. Remember the three birds, after he fell through the clouds? "Then he saw the nest, he saw his brothers, he saw, everything else; All the things that he never knew about, an unexplored infinity of possibilities." Divine Creation doesn't want us to just come home, instead, continue onward, find bigger and better things. Greater things, learn, grow, create new worlds and realms. What better thing for the ultimate of ultimate intelligence, the source, to finally have a peer, a friend, with it's own perspectives to just chat about on the same level? (or another friend). How boring to just sit there with everyone agreeing with and worshiping you, asking for more knowledge. EXACTLY! couldn't have said it better myself maybe that's why they call it the/a Great Work |
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Veneficus Vita User ID: 80114024 Australia 03/07/2021 12:05 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | no prophets in a thousand years . lol Quoting: Anonymous Coward 72177819 rather betrays your belief set ;) I don't know really, it depends on your standard for a historical prophet. I think the prophetic crown passes between a lot of different people in this historical era, but in the past, the gods seemed to have more specific choices. and the people who heard the prophecy were also probably more credulous than anybody in this era. I think prophecy in the sense of being capable of true precognition, I don't know if people are capable of consistent rather than one off precognition in this era either it definitely exists ...imho ;) thing is cultural context within said 'prophets' existed . were respected professionals in their society , encouraged to cultivate certain states free from prejudices and coercion (largely) and results were respected and listened to . this is going by assumption that any of these persons actually existed HAH. but contrast to situation we have today who would even dream to claim they have foretold the future , the berating of skeptics from outset would drown this person in deluge of mockery and harassment from start ... which leads to conclusion : THEY DONT WANT ANY MORE PROPHETS Especially one that is out of their control system and seeing what they hide, as well as what they cannot even see anymore (or ever could?). Regarding the rest of the recent posts - great chat and verse, thanks people, enjoying it thoroughly. Coz reasons, probably. Elea tel'Taur GDMD |
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Veneficus Vita User ID: 80114024 Australia 03/07/2021 12:08 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | EXACTLY! couldn't have said it better myself maybe that's why they call it the/a Great Work :) I'll drop it here for you or any others who haven't seen it, for full context and other meanings that some will find, or, show us. Mother bird felt it was time; So three birds were helped out of the nest. The birds all went down in free fall, They squawked and spun around out of control. Then one bird began to instinctively flap, Then another, then another, Still the ground approached rapidly. Mother bird sat in the nest, not even watching the falling birds. Father bird flew down behind them, screaming "Fly you fools! FLY!" One bird heard him from his right ear, This bird struggled and barely slowed his descent. His vision became red as blood, and he raged, "Why Mother? I hate you for doing this!" One bird heard him from his left ear, This bird struggled but felt the wind beneath his wings, His vision had been red, but lifting slightly, it softened to pink. "Oh Mother, I love you! I'm coming back Mother!" The third bird heard him so loudly he couldn't focus, His brothers either side screaming confused him even further, He couldn't think, he couldn't understand anything anymore, He could see the ground approaching, and screamed in defiance, All of his senses, his entire being were overloaded - except his Will. This third bird flapped so hard he forgot he was doing it, He flew so hard and straight up, that his vision became black. In his blacked out state, seeing nothing, he stopped. For a single moment, he didn't move in any direction or see anything. As his vision restored he saw only pure white around him, Then the white swirled, he saw it was clouds and fell through. Then he saw the nest, he saw his brothers, he saw, everything else; All the things that he never knew about, an unexplored infinity of possibilities. This bird flapped, not too hard, not too slow, Not only his left wing, not only his right, This new bird flew calmly, with majesty, as great eagles do. He missed his Mother, he would return to visit sometime, He knew there wouldn't be room, Mother would have more babes to raise, But he would visit, after he built a new nest – his way. Coz reasons, probably. Elea tel'Taur GDMD |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 68072829 United States 03/07/2021 12:29 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | EXACTLY! couldn't have said it better myself maybe that's why they call it the/a Great Work :) I'll drop it here for you or any others who haven't seen it, for full context and other meanings that some will find, or, show us. Mother bird felt it was time; So three birds were helped out of the nest. The birds all went down in free fall, They squawked and spun around out of control. Then one bird began to instinctively flap, Then another, then another, Still the ground approached rapidly. Mother bird sat in the nest, not even watching the falling birds. Father bird flew down behind them, screaming "Fly you fools! FLY!" One bird heard him from his right ear, This bird struggled and barely slowed his descent. His vision became red as blood, and he raged, "Why Mother? I hate you for doing this!" One bird heard him from his left ear, This bird struggled but felt the wind beneath his wings, His vision had been red, but lifting slightly, it softened to pink. "Oh Mother, I love you! I'm coming back Mother!" The third bird heard him so loudly he couldn't focus, His brothers either side screaming confused him even further, He couldn't think, he couldn't understand anything anymore, He could see the ground approaching, and screamed in defiance, All of his senses, his entire being were overloaded - except his Will. This third bird flapped so hard he forgot he was doing it, He flew so hard and straight up, that his vision became black. In his blacked out state, seeing nothing, he stopped. For a single moment, he didn't move in any direction or see anything. As his vision restored he saw only pure white around him, Then the white swirled, he saw it was clouds and fell through. Then he saw the nest, he saw his brothers, he saw, everything else; All the things that he never knew about, an unexplored infinity of possibilities. This bird flapped, not too hard, not too slow, Not only his left wing, not only his right, This new bird flew calmly, with majesty, as great eagles do. He missed his Mother, he would return to visit sometime, He knew there wouldn't be room, Mother would have more babes to raise, But he would visit, after he built a new nest – his way. when did you write this? the degree to which it is a synchronicity right now for me is unreal. |
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Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 68072829 United States 03/07/2021 12:42 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | do you think there is something to that idea? I feel like the description of merlin includes a twinkle in the eye, and the trope has carried on it's kind of like the twinkling in the eye is an inner star. stars and magic come up together as a pair with such regularity it seems pointless to point it out, but what part of the star is similar to magic? I think the similar part involves the relationship between the light of our consciousness and the light that we see in the world. maybe will with the right form and the right intention could become a star our eyes enfold the will of a star the star spells the will of our hearts and our hearts are the wheels of our will ? |
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Veneficus Vita User ID: 80114024 Australia 03/07/2021 12:49 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | when did you write this? the degree to which it is a synchronicity right now for me is unreal. Quoting: Light of my Little Left Eye Uhm. Exactly, not sure, the original sits in a file that I update with other text. Someone in another place said they first saw it posted by me in "Spring 2020", that may have been in that other place, I definitely posted it here first. Some of those older threads aren't there anymore, some are. I wasn't a member then, although never just "AC". I might tell you some more about events leading to where I, or We, are now, in private. That story; it seems it is very much a timeless one. It speaks to past, present and future. Can relate to many things, or one things, some see stories of themselves, some see a story of their family members, some only spiritual message, others more than. Coz reasons, probably. Elea tel'Taur GDMD |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 3425388 United States 03/07/2021 12:52 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | you know how sometimes theres that phrase "there was a twinkle in his eye" Quoting: Light of my Little Left Eye do you think there is something to that idea? I feel like the description of merlin includes a twinkle in the eye, and the trope has carried on it's kind of like the twinkling in the eye is an inner star. stars and magic come up together as a pair with such regularity it seems pointless to point it out, but what part of the star is similar to magic? I think the similar part involves the relationship between the light of our consciousness and the light that we see in the world. maybe will with the right form and the right intention could become a star our eyes enfold the will of a star the star spells the will of our hearts and our hearts are the wheels of our will ? a star is creation and creator. macro/micro. they are networked, seemingly infinite, weaving together like strands of universal DNA (taken at face value). the stars of you and I and they are the same, emanating a different sort of light? |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 68072829 United States 03/07/2021 12:53 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | when did you write this? the degree to which it is a synchronicity right now for me is unreal. Quoting: Light of my Little Left Eye Uhm. Exactly, not sure, the original sits in a file that I update with other text. Someone in another place said they first saw it posted by me in "Spring 2020", that may have been in that other place, I definitely posted it here first. Some of those older threads aren't there anymore, some are. I wasn't a member then, although never just "AC". I might tell you some more about events leading to where I, or We, are now, in private. That story; it seems it is very much a timeless one. It speaks to past, present and future. Can relate to many things, or one things, some see stories of themselves, some see a story of their family members, some only spiritual message, others more than. I could see all four of those things being true at the same time. |
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Veneficus Vita User ID: 80114024 Australia 03/07/2021 01:11 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | when did you write this? the degree to which it is a synchronicity right now for me is unreal. Quoting: Light of my Little Left Eye Uhm. Exactly, not sure, the original sits in a file that I update with other text. Someone in another place said they first saw it posted by me in "Spring 2020", that may have been in that other place, I definitely posted it here first. Some of those older threads aren't there anymore, some are. I wasn't a member then, although never just "AC". I might tell you some more about events leading to where I, or We, are now, in private. That story; it seems it is very much a timeless one. It speaks to past, present and future. Can relate to many things, or one things, some see stories of themselves, some see a story of their family members, some only spiritual message, others more than. I could see all four of those things being true at the same time. Yeah, so can I. It's more than I ever (knowingly) wrote it as. Btw, I said "definitely" posted it here first. I'm not 100% on that, there's a poem at the top of that file. I might've posted birds story elsewhere first. Either way. It matters not. *shrug* What is time? :P Here's the poem I mentioned, you might've seen it before. As you're a gamer, you should get one of the references I don't think some folks have, at least, never ever mentioned. Look West, then peer right, Peek ye below, then seek far South, Equal; up at night. Map a path; dance 'tween dragon's mouth. Ever North; a light? When seeking Truth and happy lives, While you roam in glee, Still, when friends all throw high fives, Care! Else – arrow-knee?! More – a fool, or brave: “I'll survive!” Proven paths, forest, tree; A dragon waits you to arrive – They don't want you free. A crucial tool of dragon-foe, Keeping hidden: rules. Teaching part, then reap from below - Hoarding all our jewels. Be as water; between them flow. Coz reasons, probably. Elea tel'Taur GDMD |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 77860392 United States 03/07/2021 02:27 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | “Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, Quoting: Light of my Little Left Eye The lady of situations. Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. I see crowds of people, walking around in a ring. " Here’s a nice future forecast This planet will turn into what happened to another planet in this solar system I’ll give you a hint It’s now known as the asteroid belt Hahahahaha |
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Bajoran lightship ~ guest User ID: 79819224 United States 03/07/2021 03:41 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | https://imgur.com/ZTm9D9Z "Nothing new under the sun", said a one, wafts of curling smoke frame his Tabaco Pipe, he sinks into the desert crag and shows no interest in the pop Idol suspended upside down, hanging from the Palm tree fronds... His eye does not tremble between twilight and midnight His eye does not blink between dusk and dawn. Ice is not a shiver No sweat from a sweltering arid breeze. The mountain man wields his temperance wisely, with all the solemnity of a gun "Nothing new under the moon", said a one again, He sighs slices and quarters up the hours, He smiles like a metronome in the drum-thump of time Each time his eye meets my eyes I lurch inwards, a carousal with old horses but new ecstatic bids against the clockwork man, to break him like a geode each facet of partitioning would shatter on the alter of the divine - or the brow of the Sphinx we are predestined to preclude each other The mountain man and me he's a staccato, but my melodrama is orchestrally spun and string-sung And his boots follow the horizon of the encroaching sun, knowing not where the shadows lie but knowing I will be there among. To find just one new thing... Just one. To this effort I became a Star and ascended to new matrixes of dimension; I sunk beneath the quantum foam and outsped the speed of light; I was cosmically compressed by infinitudes within an Event horizon - But never arrived at the Black Hole; I returned even more naïve than I begun I sprung upon his Chessboard A Jack pouncing out Pandora's Box I painted alien shapes in the undermines I danced in acausal sympathy for the moon I'd been making strides towards parting the Sea, when eventually, the mountain man noticed me his Staff dragged through the red dust, a chimera staff with an emerald handle, instead of wood, its terminus ensnared a pair of serpentine vines, but somewhere between the fibers and the bark, somewhere demarcated on the tip of his Staff, for the Bold, A living Rose kisses the golden coldness of a flower lily likeness but the old man sunders another step and the central rose wilts into pastel ash crumpled petals cling to the hewn of the staff descend like ashfalls in an hourglass a finite staff in the pocket of the infinite blushes into an untold vastness beyond a thorn but each pink speck is so many magnitudes distant I know I can't reach them, for they model our stars. The mountain man's almond eyes were smoky prone to the cracks of ceaseless weather and the time-hustled creasing of bent sunflowers, eternally earnest this was his patience in the valley of that grand canyon the only interruption of a flickering mirage all the vagaries of language deserted me and what remained dried up in my lungs before it could be spoken melting like Icarus' wax wings but instead of spiraling towards the earth, I merely lingered there an arms breadth between our foreheads And yet... The only thing waiting on my bated breath is wondering...? Chaos is the winding unformed question's churn, quicksilver bolts, mercury orbits a thunderstorm and the unformed question pops like corn kerbals humming "What is the | just one | Just one | one ..." echoes until it ends again right where it begun ***All in my opinion of course*** |
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Bajoran lightship ~ guest User ID: 79819224 United States 03/07/2021 03:59 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | EXACTLY! couldn't have said it better myself maybe that's why they call it the/a Great Work :) I'll drop it here for you or any others who haven't seen it, for full context and other meanings that some will find, or, show us. Mother bird felt it was time; So three birds were helped out of the nest. The birds all went down in free fall, They squawked and spun around out of control. Then one bird began to instinctively flap, Then another, then another, Still the ground approached rapidly. Mother bird sat in the nest, not even watching the falling birds. Father bird flew down behind them, screaming "Fly you fools! FLY!" One bird heard him from his right ear, This bird struggled and barely slowed his descent. His vision became red as blood, and he raged, "Why Mother? I hate you for doing this!" One bird heard him from his left ear, This bird struggled but felt the wind beneath his wings, His vision had been red, but lifting slightly, it softened to pink. "Oh Mother, I love you! I'm coming back Mother!" The third bird heard him so loudly he couldn't focus, His brothers either side screaming confused him even further, He couldn't think, he couldn't understand anything anymore, He could see the ground approaching, and screamed in defiance, All of his senses, his entire being were overloaded - except his Will. This third bird flapped so hard he forgot he was doing it, He flew so hard and straight up, that his vision became black. In his blacked out state, seeing nothing, he stopped. For a single moment, he didn't move in any direction or see anything. As his vision restored he saw only pure white around him, Then the white swirled, he saw it was clouds and fell through. Then he saw the nest, he saw his brothers, he saw, everything else; All the things that he never knew about, an unexplored infinity of possibilities. This bird flapped, not too hard, not too slow, Not only his left wing, not only his right, This new bird flew calmly, with majesty, as great eagles do. He missed his Mother, he would return to visit sometime, He knew there wouldn't be room, Mother would have more babes to raise, But he would visit, after he built a new nest – his way. wow ... This thread delivers!!! ***All in my opinion of course*** |
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